04 - Kick In The Door Feat. Th 04 - Kick In The Door Feat. The Madd Rapper
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Welcome back, we're here on Bad Boy Television
And I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad
We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience
Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from
Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle
And I just don't understand; why you so mad?
Like, what are you so mad about?
Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why?
Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question, you know what I'm sayin'?
Who the fuck is you? You know what I'm sayin'? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper)
You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show)
I'ma tell you why I'm mad, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad
These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, you know sayin?
They drivin' around in hot cars, you know I'm sayin?
They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language)
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm still livin' with my moms, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's my word, You know I'm s-?
I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made-
This is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album
I ain't made a dime yet
This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records
That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aight
You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it was cool
But my shit is J-more John Blaze than that
I got John Blaze shit and they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin'
"I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions
You know what I'm sayin'? Who is you?
I gots to talk
I gotta tell what I feel
I gotta talk about my life as I see it
Biggie
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you
Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa
You got to call me Francis M.H
White, intake light tokes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to
Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
The most shady, (Tell 'em!) Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where
I may be, may see me in D.C
At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing
Fucking something, you should know my steelo
Went from ten Gs for blow to 30 Gs a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
Penis before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome
And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie (How are you gonna do it?)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
Should I start your breath or should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically
I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get
Stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got
Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma
Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Uh, uh, uh)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings
Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing
It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit
Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragili, my nine milli
Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
And I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad
We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience
Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from
Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle
And I just don't understand; why you so mad?
Like, what are you so mad about?
Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why?
Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question, you know what I'm sayin'?
Who the fuck is you? You know what I'm sayin'? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper)
You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show)
I'ma tell you why I'm mad, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad
These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, you know sayin?
They drivin' around in hot cars, you know I'm sayin?
They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language)
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm still livin' with my moms, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's my word, You know I'm s-?
I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made-
This is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album
I ain't made a dime yet
This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records
That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aight
You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it was cool
But my shit is J-more John Blaze than that
I got John Blaze shit and they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin'
"I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions
You know what I'm sayin'? Who is you?
I gots to talk
I gotta tell what I feel
I gotta talk about my life as I see it
Biggie
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you
Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan
It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa
You got to call me Francis M.H
White, intake light tokes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin'
Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to
Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
The most shady, (Tell 'em!) Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where
I may be, may see me in D.C
At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing
Fucking something, you should know my steelo
Went from ten Gs for blow to 30 Gs a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
Penis before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome
And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie (How are you gonna do it?)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
Should I start your breath or should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically
I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get
Stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got
Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma
Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Uh, uh, uh)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings
Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing
It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit
Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They light weight, fragili, my nine milli
Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.79] Welcome back, we're here on Bad Boy Television
[00:05.09] And I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad
[00:10.56] We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience
[00:15.06] Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from
[00:18.24] Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle
[00:21.34] And I just don't understand; why you so mad?
[00:24.34] Like, what are you so mad about?
[00:25.32] Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why?
[00:26.97] Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:29.18] Who the fuck is you? You know what I'm sayin'? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper)
[00:30.70] You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show)
[00:32.14] I'ma tell you why I'm mad, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:33.10] I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad
[00:35.27] These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, you know sayin?
[00:38.16] They drivin' around in hot cars, you know I'm sayin?
[00:39.97] They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language)
[00:42.67] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm still livin' with my moms, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:44.33] That's my word, You know I'm s-?
[00:44.80] I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made-
[00:47.03] This is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album
[00:50.40] I ain't made a dime yet
[00:51.72] This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records
[00:53.93] That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aight
[00:55.74] You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it was cool
[00:57.14] But my shit is J-more John Blaze than that
[00:59.41] I got John Blaze shit and they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin'
[01:02.66] "I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions
[01:05.09] You know what I'm sayin'? Who is you?
[01:06.16] I gots to talk
[01:07.19] I gotta tell what I feel
[01:08.97] I gotta talk about my life as I see it
[01:11.06] Biggie
[01:13.10]
[01:18.08] This goes out to you
[01:20.64] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
[01:25.92] This goes out to you
[01:28.62] This goes out to you
[01:31.28] This goes out to you, and you, and you
[01:34.47] Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
[01:37.64] As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
[01:40.86] Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan
[01:42.95] It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa
[01:46.24] You got to call me Francis M.H
[01:48.60] White, intake light tokes, tote iron
[01:51.16] Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin'
[01:53.91] Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to
[01:56.57] Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
[01:58.83] The most shady, (Tell 'em!) Frankie baby
[02:00.98] Ain't no telling where
[02:01.71] I may be, may see me in D.C
[02:04.24] At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing
[02:06.92] Fucking something, you should know my steelo
[02:09.61] Went from ten Gs for blow to 30 Gs a show
[02:12.26] To orgies with hoes I never seen before
[02:14.96] So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
[02:18.05] Penis before I squeeze and bust
[02:20.21] If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome
[02:23.17] And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get
[02:25.52] You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
[02:28.09] You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
[02:31.43] Biggie (How are you gonna do it?)
[02:33.82] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:36.77] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:39.29] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:42.00] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:44.51] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:47.32] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
[02:49.82] Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
[02:52.20] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:54.99] On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
[02:57.56] Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
[03:00.26] Should I start your breath or should I let you die
[03:02.94] In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically
[03:05.91] I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
[03:08.27] You cursed it, but rehearsed it
[03:10.21] I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get
[03:13.52] Stuck quickly for royalties and show money
[03:16.24] Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
[03:19.24] Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got
[03:21.91] Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
[03:24.25] Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
[03:27.08] Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
[03:29.63] Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
[03:32.16] Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
[03:34.85] I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma
[03:37.89] Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
[03:40.12] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Uh, uh, uh)
[03:43.16] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:45.97] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[03:48.55] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:51.36] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
[03:53.80] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:56.67] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[03:59.13] This goes out for those that choose to use
[04:01.50] Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
[04:04.27] Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
[04:06.85] Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
[04:09.82] Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88
[04:12.40] Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
[04:15.05] Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
[04:17.71] You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
[04:20.57] Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings
[04:23.11] Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing
[04:26.06] It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit
[04:28.48] Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
[04:31.29] Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
[04:33.78] They light weight, fragili, my nine milli
[04:36.01] Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
[04:39.04] And you still recouping, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
[04:42.41]
[00:05.09] And I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad
[00:10.56] We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience
[00:15.06] Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from
[00:18.24] Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle
[00:21.34] And I just don't understand; why you so mad?
[00:24.34] Like, what are you so mad about?
[00:25.32] Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why?
[00:26.97] Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:29.18] Who the fuck is you? You know what I'm sayin'? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper)
[00:30.70] You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show)
[00:32.14] I'ma tell you why I'm mad, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:33.10] I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad
[00:35.27] These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, you know sayin?
[00:38.16] They drivin' around in hot cars, you know I'm sayin?
[00:39.97] They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language)
[00:42.67] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm still livin' with my moms, you know what I'm sayin'?
[00:44.33] That's my word, You know I'm s-?
[00:44.80] I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made-
[00:47.03] This is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album
[00:50.40] I ain't made a dime yet
[00:51.72] This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records
[00:53.93] That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aight
[00:55.74] You know I'm sayin', that shit was aight, it was cool
[00:57.14] But my shit is J-more John Blaze than that
[00:59.41] I got John Blaze shit and they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin'
[01:02.66] "I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions
[01:05.09] You know what I'm sayin'? Who is you?
[01:06.16] I gots to talk
[01:07.19] I gotta tell what I feel
[01:08.97] I gotta talk about my life as I see it
[01:11.06] Biggie
[01:13.10]
[01:18.08] This goes out to you
[01:20.64] This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you
[01:25.92] This goes out to you
[01:28.62] This goes out to you
[01:31.28] This goes out to you, and you, and you
[01:34.47] Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
[01:37.64] As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
[01:40.86] Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan
[01:42.95] It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa
[01:46.24] You got to call me Francis M.H
[01:48.60] White, intake light tokes, tote iron
[01:51.16] Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin'
[01:53.91] Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to
[01:56.57] Flip on that cat with that grip on rap?
[01:58.83] The most shady, (Tell 'em!) Frankie baby
[02:00.98] Ain't no telling where
[02:01.71] I may be, may see me in D.C
[02:04.24] At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing
[02:06.92] Fucking something, you should know my steelo
[02:09.61] Went from ten Gs for blow to 30 Gs a show
[02:12.26] To orgies with hoes I never seen before
[02:14.96] So, Jesus, get off the Notorious'
[02:18.05] Penis before I squeeze and bust
[02:20.21] If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome
[02:23.17] And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get
[02:25.52] You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya?
[02:28.09] You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
[02:31.43] Biggie (How are you gonna do it?)
[02:33.82] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:36.77] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:39.29] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:42.00] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:44.51] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[02:47.32] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
[02:49.82] Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
[02:52.20] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[02:54.99] On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
[02:57.56] Look how dark it get when you're marked for death
[03:00.26] Should I start your breath or should I let you die
[03:02.94] In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically
[03:05.91] I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick
[03:08.27] You cursed it, but rehearsed it
[03:10.21] I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get
[03:13.52] Stuck quickly for royalties and show money
[03:16.24] Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them
[03:19.24] Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got
[03:21.91] Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks
[03:24.25] Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
[03:27.08] Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick
[03:29.63] Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique
[03:32.16] Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch
[03:34.85] I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma
[03:37.89] Kick in the door, waving the four-four (Uh-huh)
[03:40.12] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Uh, uh, uh)
[03:43.16] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:45.97] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[03:48.55] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:51.36] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie)
[03:53.80] Kick in the door, waving the four-four
[03:56.67] All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
[03:59.13] This goes out for those that choose to use
[04:01.50] Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
[04:04.27] Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
[04:06.85] Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it
[04:09.82] Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88
[04:12.40] Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
[04:15.05] Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
[04:17.71] You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
[04:20.57] Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings
[04:23.11] Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing
[04:26.06] It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit
[04:28.48] Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
[04:31.29] Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
[04:33.78] They light weight, fragili, my nine milli
[04:36.01] Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
[04:39.04] And you still recouping, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
[04:42.41]